Feng Yi leaned in to flick off some ash from his cigarette and raised his thick eyebrows, "Didn't you do any test questions either?"
Li Qiao still shook her head.
She had heard about the Round Table Club before, and although it belonged to one of the Eight Major Groups of the International Club, in her eyes, it wasn't as attractive as the Mercenary Group.
Feng Yi gazed deeply at Li Qiao, and after a short while, he raised his hand to pat Shang Yu on the shoulder, "Tsk, guess how your sister-in-law did on the entrance test?"
Hearing his words, the man slowly glanced at him, his indifferent and profound gaze as if saying, 'Do I even need to guess?'
Feng Yi touched his eyebrow with the hand holding his cigarette, a smile flickering in his brown eyes, "If I didn't know you better, I would have thought you leaked the answers to her."
"She didn't need it," Shang Yu muttered, his voice muffled as he took a drag on his cigarette.
